What I See
I see you two walk away,
laughing hand in hand.
I see you hold him that way,
and kiss him on the cheek.
I see you talk about each other,
and giggle all the while.
I see you smile at one another,
and lose your train of thought.
I see you hug all through the day,
not caring who should see.
I see what you guys say,
when you don't think that I do.
But you don't see the pain inside,
because I conceal it well.
You don't see how much I've lied,
about how I feel for him.
I've let you see what you should,
to keep you from feeling guilty.
I just wish that see you could,
what I really feel.
Missing
We've all been down that road,
where we are at our lowest.
When our friends just aren't around,
and our family isn't either.
All artists feel like this at some point,
whether it be with paint or words.
You just don't feel your work's good enough,
or like it's missing something.
You look for what it needs all the time,
but the thing you need is so hard to find.
Mountain after mountain, ocean after ocean,
you search these places far and wide.
It takes forever but you find it and realize,
that all it needed was to know someone else liked it.
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